[True story] The Sadie series - Sadie punches my balls in university halls

Long time lurker (on other accounts), first time poster. A true story from my uni days many years ago, largely based on memory with a few extra details sprinkled in to paint a picture and a few substituted names. It’s ended up a bit longer than I intended but ah well.


We had just come back inside after a long hot summer’s day towards the end of our first year in halls. I was in my friend Sadie’s room along with our friend Kit (all of us 19-20 years old at the time). Sadie was my neighbour opposite my room so we’d quickly become friends and saw each other a lot. She was a little shy but friendly and sometimes flirty, and she did enjoy teasing and hazing me. Kit on the other hand was mischievous, like the devil on your shoulder - a bad influence.


Sadie was sitting cross legged on the floor with a braid in her red / ginger hair, hanging down next to her left shoulder. Sadie was very pale skinned but conventionally attractive. She was wearing a plain black top and small green sports shorts, which accentuated her long, fairly thick legs (compared to the rest of her body) and her voluptuous hips / ass (she had previously self-referred to her “thunder thighs”). She was also barefoot, as she often was indoors, with black painted toenails.


Kit and I had brought some snacks back which Sadie wasn’t too pleased about as she didn’t want her room to be messy - and boys being boys, she knew we couldn’t be trusted.


“Do you have to eat in here?” Sadie sighed.


“Yeah, we’re hungry” Kit replied with a smile on his face. I saw Sadie roll her eyes very deliberately. I locked eyes at Kit and we telepathically picked up on each other’s vibes. We began goading and threatening to spill some on the newly cleaned floor that Sadie had spent time cleaning earlier.


“Don’t you dare!” Sadie shrieked as she caught our glances. Sadie was not impressed with our antics.


“If you spill any of that on my floor, I will punch you in the bollocks!” Sadie said candidly but in a lower tone. She looked at both of us in turn after she said it, half smiling though.


I had been slightly taken aback by Sadie’s threat but also subtly intrigued. However in my head, I didn’t believe her. Sadie had previously given similar verbal warnings to other guys in our largely male friendship group during our first year at university when they had teased her or annoyed her - but she had never followed through.


*“Ha stop it, I’ll kick you in the nuts!”*


*“Oh really, how about my foot in your balls!”*


Given these threats only being verbal, I thought this was just another one for show and she was calling our bluff. I also thought it was a fairly odd threat too; it was not a rational response to hit someone down low over some crumbs on the floor.


Nevertheless, I was deciding whether to test her mettle and roll the dice. As my brain wandered and processed Sadie's verbal threat and this is not a joke, somehow I accidentally mindlessly did drop an open packet of crisps. And they did spill all over the floor leaving a lot of crumbs and mess in Sadie’s room.


I kinda knew I’d messed up but I didn’t mean it so thought I could explain it. I looked up and stared directly into Sadie’s green eyes - still sitting a few metres in front of where I stood. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape; shocked at what had happened before letting out a scoff. I attempted to apologise and explain my mistake.


“Listen, Sadie I…”


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I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. The noise was the material of my shorts feeling contact.


Sadie hadn’t hesitated. Before I could even react, I felt Sadie’s knuckles and fist smash first my balls and then my cock. Sadie had thrown her arm forward and punched me in the balls, while she still sat sitting cross-legged. With only blue denim shorts attempting to shield, I let out a pained croak (“oooouuu”) as I turned my body to the side using the desk as support whilst covering my sore balls with my left hand, as if it would help. They felt like they were on fire. I eventually slumped to my knees and leaned my right arm on the desk; my head lent forward staring at the carpet. I finally looked up at Sadie. She had a slight smirk on her face.


“I did warn you,” Sadie remarked, almost defiantly as she crossed her arms.


I felt my eyes beginning to involuntarily well up with water. Sadie raised both her eyebrows as if to say “what did you expect?”. I could not speak still so I sighed and tried to catch my breath, feeling somewhat winded after the blow.


“Wow Jordan, are you okay?” Kit asked me. I could tell he was a bit stunned but he had also found it slightly amusing. I nodded weakly back to let him know I’d be alright.


“See he’s fine! Jordan, you’re gonna clean that up!” Sadie ordered, bossily.


“Yeah yeah, just give me a sec” I replied, as I started to be able to stand up again.


After a few more seconds, I was able to move more freely to collect the crumbs off the floor and throw them away in Sadie’s bin. Sadie was now stood up and put her right hand gently on my left shoulder - we’re were pretty much the same height, about 5ft10. She stared into my eyes from close.


“There, have you learned your lesson?” Sadie asked teasingly. I nodded and gave a slight smile. Not longer after, I abruptly left to find solace in my room opposite and closed the door behind me. I heard Sadie let out a soft laugh.


I could still feel the pain sitting in my stomach and my balls so I stumbled into my bed and waited for the pain to subside. I reflected on what had happened - and realised that although it had been painful and unexpected, I had somewhat enjoyed it. I knew I already had enjoyed watching ballbusting fetish videos, but I was never really sure or particularly keen to find out if I personally liked being “busted” myself. I had been hit in the balls by objects / male friends and never felt anything positive so just assumed it would be no different.


I was also still shocked that Sadie had followed through on her promise and punched me in the balls so readily; but maybe the experience of growing up with brother had taught her to take no prisoners. And I now knew that she could back up her casual threats she had made to others.


The next day, I waited to see if Sadie would bring the incident up at all as our side of the floor in halls (about 10 of us) went for lunch the next day - but instead she warmly embraced me when we saw each other, as she normally would, and we never really spoke about this punch again.


However, despite not bringing up this particular instance again, it wouldn’t be the last story of its kind with Sadie during our time at uni, but I’ll share more another time.